I found myself strangely captivated by this guy as a range of emotions played over his face. Maybe it was because he was gorgeous with his short brown hair and chiseled jaw. About six inches taller than my five-eight height, he was broad through the shoulders and chest. He wore clothes, but the way they hugged him emphasized the layers of muscle beneath.
When he turned his head and his eyes met mine, I sucked in a breath at the vibrant, indigo color of them. His eyebrows rose as he surveyed me. I shifted when I found myself growing aroused by the intensity of his gaze.
I sipped my mjéod as I tried to decide what to do. Tormented wasn’t my thing when it came to men, but this one had my curiosity running wild. Curiosity killed the cat, but was she purring when she died? Because I had a feeling this guy could make me purr, and though a part of me was screamingrun, the biggest part of me was ready to let him pet me all over.
I’d never seen him before, which meant either a new group of soldiers had arrived at the wall, or he was part of the group from the Wilds who was supposed to return today.
He had a soul; I could see it. It was a beautiful, shimmering white light with golden edges that radiated warmth, but there was also a streak of red going down the back of it. I didn’t take the red as anger; I’d seen the souls of angry people, and that anger was a festeringthinginside them.
This red was more a steel rod of strength running down his spine. Without speaking to him, I guessed he was kind and strong and possessed the spirit of a warrior. The soul meant he had to be human, but power oozed from him in a way itneverdid from humans.
I forgot all about purring as I tried to figure this man out. Who and what was he? Was he like me—a human who later learned they were part demon—or was he something more? One thing was certain, I’d never get the answers to my questions by standing here and staring at him.
Deciding that tormented could be my thing for a night, I took another sip of mjéod, set my cup down, and strolled across the clearing toward him. His shoulders went back as his gaze dipped to my breasts. I couldn’t stop myself from smiling; he may look like he preferred to be somewhere else, but I had him.
I didn’t stop when I reached him; instead, I trailed my fingers across his chest and back. Slowly circling him, I admired the breadth of his shoulders and the way his pants hugged his firm ass. I couldn’t wait to sink my nails into that ass as he thrust within me.
“Do you like what you see?” I asked as I stopped before him.
“Yes.”
When he said the word, I spotted two upper fangs.Not human, but what is he? And how can he have a soul and fangs?
“Do you like what you see?” he inquired.
“You’ve made me curious.”
“Curious about what?”
I smiled at him as I rose on my toes to grip his shoulders and turned my head so my lips brushed his ear while I whispered, “As to what your mouth is going to feel like between my thighs, because youaregoing to tongue fuck me until I say you can stop.”
He growled as I smiled at him. When my hand brushed his, heat flared through me, and I nearly yanked my hand away to gawk at it. I learned I was part demon when I stopped aging two years ago and developed the ability to produce fire. Since then, I’d screwed numerous male demons, and a couple of humans before then, but I’dneverexperienced anything like that.
It scared me, but at the same time, I found myself yearning for more of him as my toes curled in my boots. I was part demon, but I wasn’t into the exhibition many of them enjoyed. However, that didn’t matter as I was close to pulling his pants off and taking him right here.
The obvious bulge in the front of his pants wasn’t helping to keep me focused on finding somewhere private to enjoy him. Suddenly, the hundred feet to my tent seemed like miles.
“Come,” I murmured, and taking his hand, I led him into the maze of tents.
“Are you human?” he asked.
I glanced at him over my shoulder. “Do I look human?”
“Yes.”
“Do Iacthuman?”
He hesitated before responding. “I’m not sure.”
I laughed and squeezed his hand. “Do you want me to be human?”
“No,” he grated in a voice that did funny things to my insides.
“Then I’m a demon.”
I wasn’t expecting him to come to an abrupt halt before pulling me around. My eyebrows shot up, but my protest died when I saw his hooded eyes and the serious expression on his face. A vein in his forehead stood out as he stepped closer to me. I held my ground against him, but that might have been worse as his chest pressed into mine and fire spread through my veins.
What was it about this guy that kept me here? If any other man acted like this, I’d walk back to the fire and find another or go home alone, but I wanted to ease his tension. I used my free hand to stroke his arm; I smiled when he shivered and his eyes closed halfway.
